Wlliam Gilmore Simms
The Cub of the Panther: A Hunter Legend of the ''Old North State'' >> Book Fourth / Chapter One: Twelve Years of the Life of ''The Cub'' >> Page 187

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Novel (Romance) | The University of Arkansas Press | 1997
Transcription CHAPTER ONE
AND ROSE and her mother, with all their poor little vanities, and wild, social aspirations, having paid the fearful penalty for their indulgence, slept together in the same grave. Life's fitful fevers were over;
the sunshine could no more beguile and betray; nor could the storm
affright or overthrow! They were at rest.
It was, for that rustic and sparsely-settled country, a great gathering
at the funeral. The cruel and picturesque narrative of Rose Carter's fate
for so long a season, the belle of the mountains, the very flower of the
forest, had obtained wide circulation in a very short space of time; and
the sympathizing came from all quarters, far and near, to be present at
the melancholy funeral.
The people were mostly the humbler sort of moutaineers, the pro-
fessional hunters and their families; small farmers, burrowing in little
hollows or along the slopes of the mountains; all curious; all eager to
hear; all, in some degree, sympathizing; and all more or less affected by
the mournful history.
Great was the indignation of many. The truth could not wholly be
suppressed; and, though it was long after, before many of the details
which we have given were generally known, yet conjecture supplied the
place of fact, and was not very wide of the truth. Things were put
together plausibly; and the odium in which Mrs. Fairleigh dwelt, in con-
sequence, was at length felt by that stately lady.